[ Of course he's pouting still when she returns. But he does take the blanket and cover himself because it can be a little chilly after all that exertion and the lack of her body heat against him.

But when she returns, she's got something grasped in her hand and his curiosity is piqued slightly, though the majority of his attention is watching her remove her robe beneath the throw. Fingers almost instantly grab for her as soon as her skin is exposed.]

If it takes you away from my side for more than a few seconds, yes.

[ But she's already back, so he supposes that's okay. ]

Something is better than nothing. I'd take all of you if I could.

[ He still doesn't know what she's holding.]